Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it a latin in this bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and up in this motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For those don't know
We do it like this,we do it like
(Like how?, this)

I say some shit 'fore we start the single
I'm of motherfuckers bitin' 40 lingo
Every time I see yo' bitch ass you got a
And you ain't shit, got it from my people

Your ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, blast on your
Your dub, no "California Love," slugs
From California bloods, and 'cuz

Dip ridin' little itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on carts
If I ain't ridin' mustard or mayonnaise zinas
And bowed toes, [unverified] low on
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less nothin', a constipated dude

Constantly fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and doin' a track together
That's heat, it don't get no better than this pimpin'
That's two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To touch the mic
(Touch the mic)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the makin' mill's
Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Keepin it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Now, I might a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail, I do in college
I'm a piece of [unverified] slide through the park
And come every fifteen minutes in a different car

On the strength of purposes
Smokin'
(Burners)
Finger on my in this concrete habitat
(Thumper)
Never know when you just have to, put a head on flat

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is houses
We got, ten houses, even, spend ours
We go, invent ours, in about, ten
Comin' that mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

Broke bitch, turn a rich bitch
Every trick wanna be a legit bitch
We got big ol', big gold
We got big ol', big gold, plates
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about mail

Let me tell you, broke can't offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta "rent me"
I see you rollin', stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is actin' just like me, they can't believe they see

you over, it's over, nigga, can't be sober
Rollin' through neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, with tickin' ass Rolex
A nigga 'til the soul reflects

My grew up tearin' projects, players shootin' craps pimpin'
Placin' side bets, hair of naps pimpin'
Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old mayne
Money sex, servin' cocaine

girl, wedding dress, in the dope game
Block cleaners, out of my Ford Excursion truck
With heaters, poppin' at all of my enemies better
Even though I'm makin' tapes I'm stuck

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about mail